Howdy, now that I’ve got your attention
with the Brett Favre tag and all,
stick around and play some frisbee with me,
I mean, maybe Brett is in training right now,
in ole Mississippi,
cause he sure ain’t training up here, Peeps !
Just imagine if he was doing as much
backyard action as we’re doing. . .
You just can’t beat a frisbee or a football
for intense pre-season training
Note the spindly back legs doing their thang
Note the keen eye to paw to curly tail coordination
Note the adroit foot action on drop downs
Note the lightening quick reflexes
Marvel at the steadfast single-minded purpose
Note the ability to actually hang on to the frisbee
( * cough *Adrian Peterson* cough *)
Silently chuckle at the endless energy
Secretly freak at the occasionally ghostly frisbee appearance
Hold your breath at such commendable breath control
Applaud the heights of catch-i-tude
Thank reality for occasional flagging energy
Thank Jesus for the energy revival two minutes later. . .
Thank God the sun goes down eventually
Thank Orv for Grandma’s velvety soft grass
Thank all the mamas for doggies’ soft underbellies
and charming come-hithers
* Sigh *
Come back Brett, no, stay away Brett,
No, wait, we need you Brett
Oh sweet Jesus, save yourself Brett,
Wait, wait, what about your contract Brett??
For God’s sake, run – run away Brett !
Okay, I never said schitzophrenia didn’t run in the familigia. . .